I love the CFA Meal story in Singapore!!! Nothing interesting happened in my exam (Long Island NY) except for the guy in front of me with what looked like 4 erasers, 10 mechanical pencils and of course two calculators. Me, I don’t need no stinkin’ eraser … 
but I was a bit freaked out at first when I realized I didn’t bring one and had to rely solely on the eraser tips of the three Blackhawk pencils I’d brought!
Was sitting the exam with thousands of people in London. 2 hours into the morning session I hear a loud crash behind me. I looked over and some guy had collapsed and was lying on the floor. It was 5 mins before he woke up and was helped out of the hall. He came back for the afternoon… that’s dedication man.
DoubleDip Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I love the CFA Meal story in Singapore!!! Nothing > interesting happened in my exam (Long Island NY) > except for the guy in front of me with what looked > like 4 erasers, 10 mechanical pencils and of > course two calculators. Me, I don’t need no > stinkin’ eraser … but I was a bit freaked out > at first when I realized I didn’t bring one and > had to rely solely on the eraser tips of the three > Blackhawk pencils I’d brought! I think I know of the guy who had all those pencils…he sat at the next table to the left of me.
hahaah mp2438… what number were you? I was #49
oh, maybe another guy with so many pencils. I was #31.
The guy next to me turned up with no calculator. To level II, with no calculator. At the end of the morning session, I quizzed him on his lunch plans to make sure he was wasn’t going to do a runner. Thankfully he came back for the afternoon session! Right I’m off to recapture my life. I can’t believe I’m posting a calculator story in a funnies thread…
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QuantJock_MBA Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > In my city the CFA was considered an ‘Event,’ so > we all had to pay the event parking fee of $10! > Total ripoff. I paid $12 for mine. Possibly $24 because the first ticket stall thing wasn’t working properly.
The girl behind me forgot her calculator, too. Plus, she didn’t bring a sweater/jacket. Our room was pretty stuffy in the morning (or maybe I was just hot after sprinting to the building because I was running late after discovering that a half marathon was taking place between my house and the test center), so before the afternoon session started she asked the procter if the a/c could be turned down. I glared at her, then put my sweater on b/c I was feeling a little b!tchy. allépourpêcher Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > The guy next to me turned up with no calculator. > To level II, with no calculator. At the end of the > morning session, I quizzed him on his lunch plans > to make sure he was wasn’t going to do a runner. > Thankfully he came back for the afternoon session! > > > Right I’m off to recapture my life. I can’t > believe I’m posting a calculator story in a > funnies thread…
Just that we must have been asked at least 4 times by every proctor in the building whether we had a cell phone before we took our seats, and were told countless times not to bring cell phones into the testing room. After all that, the proctor made the announcement at the beginning of the test - something along the lines of “Bringing a cell phone is a violation of CFA policy and CFA Institute will nullify your test if it is discovered that you have a cell phone, and we are constantly monitoring for violations of the policy. If you have a cell phone, please surrender it now.” At that point, someone got up, walked to the proctor and gave her his cell phone. Guy really must have really wanted to hold onto that cell phone.
I took the exam in Prague. The proctors are cute in the eastern european way, kinda distracting. I went to Mcdonalds for lunch. During the afternoon session, I got up to go to the bathroom, do some Bic Mac “transcontinental big business.” For some reason, the proctor decided to walk me to the bathroom, and she waited for me outside the door, practically with her ear to the door, then walked me to my seat. I thought that was funny.
QuantJock_MBA Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > A Level 3 Candidate in my area was about to kill > the proctor when she said, “We have a problem, > your exam ticket is ripped.” The exam ticket had > a tear that looked like it was stapled to > something at one point. They took it to another > table for inspection and the issue was resolved. > > The Candidate looked like he had steam coming out > of his ears, he was ready to kick some a$s. Its a good thing they let the guy in… who knows, could have run a muck afterwards.
In NYC we had a road repair crew begin jackhammering as the lord of the proctors was in the middle of her “Tear out your answer sheet now” bit. You could audibly hear people’s souls being crushed.